She playfully pinched his nipples and watched his magnificent penis rise above the bubbles. She lowered her head and moved down toward his erection. She licked her lips and swallowed hard to manage her gag reflex.. This would be a lot to take in, but she was ready.
John gently raised her chin…kissed her softly. Then he took her hand to lead her out of the tub.
He toweled her off…not rubbed, but patted her like an infant, and punctuated the process with soft kisses in unexpected places.
He nestled her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes and waited expectantly for act two. John’s fingertips, tongue and lips played a symphony across her body. She wiggled uncontrollably. Her lips, eyes, earlobes, mouth, neck. Just as she anticipated he would suck and massage her breast, he focused on the space between them. She wiggled more and shifted her shoulders to move her nipples closer to his mouth. He had other plans. He then moved his tongue to the outer edges of one breast and slowly worked a circle around the luscious mound with his tongue until his target was directly beneath his hot breath. He touched his tongue to her hard nipple, circling the sensual sentry.
Bailey moaned. Her breaths quicken. He nursed one breast with his hot mouth and gently massaged the other glorious mound with his hand, tenderly squeezing her soft flesh. Then he made an unpredictable transition. He quickly shifted focus to flick his tongue at the base of her throat. Before she could adjust to the change, he deftly moved to the other breast and repeated the sensual motions.
Bailey wiggled and raised her hips from the bed to press against something—him. John hovered to one side of her squirming body. His penis was still unquestionably hard—the kind of erection you dream of but don’t expect to see on a guy who was probably twenty years old when you were born. Bailey watched in wonderment as his beautiful firm organ slowly bounced up and down just out of her reach. It curved ever so slightly to the left.
John continued his sensual descent of her body. After placing fleeting kisses down both sides of her body, he brought his tongue to the center of her abdomen. His tongue, like his penis, was long and hard. Its tip flicked playfully at her naval. Then he consumed it with his mouth.
Bailey’s body buzzed with brazen desire. She continued to shift her hips to get under him. She had watched him, now she wanted to feel him inside her.
Again, John had other plans.
He left her wet navel and moved lower. His tongue traced wet swirls from one side of her to the other before it came to rest on her clit. It was firm, silently begging for attention. He obliged.
Bailey was on the edge…in less than two long breaths she fell into pleasure’s abyss. John responded by quickening his pace as he nursed her clit. He slid his tongue inside her vagina with quick and randomly timed movements. She convulsed. The pleasure spread from everywhere to everywhere else. She almost caught her breath, then she fell again…again…and again.
John’s lips and mouth were wet with her juices when he placed them on her navel, the sides of her body, her left breast, then right breast, her throat, her cheek, ear lobe and her mouth. She sucked at his lips and tongue. She loved the way she tasted when mingled with him.
He turned her on her side and spooned his body next to hers. He held her. Not so tight it limited her movement, but just snuggly enough to touch her in as many places as possible at the same time. They lay there quietly, each feeling the other breathe.
She felt his hardness between her cheeks and pushed gently against it. He relaxed his arms.
Bailey turned over, planted a soft kiss on his lips, chin and throat. Moving quickly, she placed her knees between his thighs, leaned over gently and took his erection with both hands. She massaged the throbbing joystick with rhythmic proficiency. The time was right. She took his erection into her wet mouth. As it met the back of her throat John moaned softly. Sliding him in and out of her mouth was a natural action. Using one hand, she gently caressed the small sacks beneath his hardness. It was John’s turn to wiggle his hips and moan louder.
Bailey’s movements quickened.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he shifted her onto her back and kissed her with a renewed hunger. He spread her legs and locked eyes with her as his erection slid between her vaginal lips. She was full of him…moving ever so gently and slowly. He sank into her effortlessly. Not the usual toilet plunger movements, Bailey thought. He moved into her and out of her gracefully, leaving heated passion with each stroke. Her hips complemented his movements.
She raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders. She watched him move expertly. He touched everything inside her that needed to be touched and he lingered there just long enough. They exploded together.
He lay there, still inside her, kissing her neck softly. They were silent.
They both were spent, excited, thrilled and exhausted.
After repeating those pleasure giving episodes several more times, Bailey snuggled in John’s arms. Content. Comfortable.
Later, her smartphone alarm went off. She stumbled into her clothes, gave John a long, floss-his-teeth-with-your-tongue kiss and hurried off to her suite.
She showered, dressed quickly and headed out across the hotel lobby—more carefully than this morning. Not because her thong had shifted, but because she walked slower today. Her mind drifted to the previous evening—and morning. Everything seemed to be in slow motion.
Talking with John was effortless—once she got past the temptation to babble. He looked into her eyes when she spoke, his attention riveted on her, and her alone. She felt precious when he held her. And that erection—and his skill in using it! She almost lost her balance again.
Strangely, this time she was the one who left before the semen was dry. Why did she rush off without making plans for later? Was she afraid? She desperately wanted to see him again. She knew his room number and she had his business card.
She entered the meeting room. As she took her seat from yesterday, Bailey smiled and waved at Kyle and Jennifer who were already seated and prepared in their front row offices.
Bailey took out her phone to check messages and silence the ringer. As she fiddled with buttons on her smartphone, she heard her radio announcer’s voice coming from the front of the room. She jerked her eyes forward. There he was, impeccably dressed, neat grey hair, bright smile and a fuchsia tie. The pattern was different—but still fuchsia.
John Waterman, today’s guest speaker, smiled at the project manager seated almost in the back of the room. She was surprised then excited. Bailey Winters smiled back and then changed her seat.
Being on the front row does have its advantages.